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There was a little gadget I bought two years agobut when it came to using it, I was a little slow.Since instructions were too difficult, I maintained the status quoand continued, when I lost my keys, to seek them high and low,

looking in the old way by fumbling through my purse,perusing tabletops and hooks and wastebaskets and worse.Every time I lost my keys, I’d fuss and swear and wheeze,searching drawers and closets on my tiptoes or my knees.

But recently I found the box where I’d stowed the applianceand decided that I’d make another try at an alliance.I tested its small battery and found plenty of juiceto assure its assistance in my tracker’s use.

After struggling to get the battery insidethe little TrackRbravo disk where it would reside,I fetched the brief instructions which accomplished not a thing.I could not pair it to my phone, and it refused to ring.

I made a trip to YouTube which helped a small bit more.When I pushed the button, I heard a small faint roar.And after just an hour, I’d linked it to my phone.No more would my keychain roam this earth alone.

At first I searched and searched and searched, and I searched in vainfor the spot upon my phone where I could complainwhen I could not find the place where my keys had hiddenso I could find them in the spot to which I had been bidden.

When I finally found the spot—a paltry little dot,where I had never thought to look, although I looked a lot—I pushed the button and I heard for the initial timemy keychain’s piping little voice––it’s initiation chime.

As hard as this procedure was, I knew it could be worse,and I felt a sense of power tossing keys into my pursefull of reassurance that I’d not be latedue to searching for my keys before my luncheon date.

But hours before I had to go, I heard a little buzzmaking more disturbance than a mosquito does.I tracked it to my table, then tracked it to my bag.insistently, it whined at me––an annoying little nag.

I went back to my phone and found the place to quell its stammer,then settled down to work again, relieved of all its clamor.But then, alas, five minutes more, and it went off again.It seems that it can’t wait for my request to start its din.

And so now, five hours later, I’ve been out and came back home.I’m sitting at computer, composing this dumb poem.I feasted with three favorite friends and I enjoyed it so,but, alas, my TrackRbravo didn’t get to go.

I removed it from my car keys and stashed it far awaythinking that a quiet place its panic would allay.But hear that little buzzing sound coming from my closet?No matter what I try to do, I cannot seem to pause it.

And though I know what’s causing it, I cannot make it freeze.It just goes off at random, whenever it may please.Perhaps it’s looking for my keys and does not have a clueand instead of just one problem, I find that I have two!

I saw this video today and have to share it. Not all Southern women are the same but these ladies are saying a lot of the expressions I have heard from Louisiana to North Carolina. We don’t all talk like these women but most of us have used some of their expressions in our life. This and other videos of the same name were first shown on the Southern Women Channel. I just wanted to share them with you.

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I fear I must be adamant in stating my demands.In this I am unshakeable. My initial sales price stands.I do not like this bargaining. I find it all a chore.I’d rather be off wandering. Business is a bore.And though I must admit that your demeanor is most affable,your offer is too little. In fact I find it laughable.It will do no good to counter offer. I’m set on the pricethat would reimburse me for leaving paradise.

I have no bottom offer. This is no power game.To nickel and to dime it is a practice I find lame.
The palm trees are all swaying, there’s hot water in the pool,and the more I think about it, I see that I’m a foolto leave this little Shangri-la. Where would I find its sequel?It’s clear that for the price I ask I could not find its equal!Here swinging in my hammock with a cocktail and my pup,I am so contented that my sales price just went up!!

Are you in my coterie or am I in thine?I’d find it much more stimulating if you were in mine.If I’m the leader of the pack, the one who’s picked to shine,I admit, my friend, that I would find it most divine.

When folks pulled out their cameras, I would stand in the center.At every social gathering, I’d be the first to enter.I’d be the first to order when our group went out to dine.I’d have prime place at table. I’d get to choose the wine.

It would become tradition that I would be the star.All the handsomest of men would eye me from afar.But after this conjecturing, of course I could be wrong.If I am in your coterie, I’d only tag along!

A few days ago I wrote a poem on my blog entitled “Black Friday.” This creative animated film by Steve Cutts so perfectly illustrates it that I had to share it with you. Really inventive and indicative of our modern world.

I hope I’ll be forgiven if I’m driven to imposeand point out that the place that you have chosen for reposeis on my bed, not yours, and on my freshly laundered clothes!You’ve drooled on my new-pressed jeans and snagged my finest hoseand that’s my favorite blouse there beneath your dripping nose,and though you look most comfortable in that snuggling pose,I fear you and your boyfriend I simply must depose.Is it possible to move to your own bed, do you suppose?